Harper Murphy Novels & Stories

I was finished and weary of these games. I was exhausted from being trapped in the chaos; all I ever wanted was peace and love, yet all I received in return was pain—the pain I never deserved, the pain I never wanted. Just then, the door swung open, and Harper entered. I observed as Harper stepped inside, her complexion pale and her eyes vacant. She appeared stressed, almost frail, as if she might collapse at any moment. I couldn’t help but glare at her; I knew she was upset due to what she had discovered about my betrayal with Vincent.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

However, I don’t see Harper like a woman eighteen years younger than me. She is more mature for her age than most women at twenty are. She has had so much to endure, and her story isn’t done yet. Her mother has to get through rehab successfully and when she gets out, Harper is going to have to be the one who keeps a close eye on her to make sure she doesn’t fall back into her way. God, I hope her mother is successful this time and knocks those deadbeats on the head who keep calling round.

Then she stood up, pacing back and forth across the room, her fists clenched tightly, "My career is over. No industry is ready to sign me, all because of an order! I am the best actress for pete's sake!" "It wasn't just an order, Harper. What will happen when the reporters find out you were kicked out of X-World without a reason? What did you do to Mr Xavier? You've refused to tell me anything..." Harper spun around, moving quickly towards Fiona, yelling, "Shut the hell up! Who are you to ask questions? Do not forget you're just a mere assistant. Have I been lenient enough?? Is that getting into your head?? I picked you up! I made you my manager, I recommended you! You're meant to listen to

Harper stood in the middle of it all, barefoot in leggings and an oversized t-shirt with a cracked turkey graphic across the front. Her hair was twisted up into a loose half-bun, and a fine dusting of flour marked one cheek like war paint. She stirred something in a large ceramic bowl— cranberry-orange bread batter—while humming along to the music and trying not to trip over the dog. Her dad stood at the counter beside her, brow furrowed in deep concentration over his sweet potato casserole prep. He muttered to himself, “Forgot the damn marshmallows. Wrote ‘em

“Thanks. But just the usual ones, I don’t think I have anything proper for this mission. I’ll observe the target first to know what he likes. But I need you to make me that potion to change my hair color.” “Pink for Lylia?” she grinned at me from my dresser and I nodded. “I know you hate this part of work.” “Well, I won’t have the fun part without it.” “Killing someone is fun?” “Killing bad guys is fun. The light in her eyes changed to sadness. Ro was against this ‘work’; however, she understood our reasons. She took the big sister role for us. The pacifist of the family. The first to whom we all run when our asses get burnt.

He's dead. "Colfre?" Morrigan's voice came out of her in a squeak as she realized that the man she was expecting to come back to her was nothing but a cold body. That he will come back to her nothing but a corpse that she will offer an honorary burial. Her sobs slowly rise to her throat as tears streamed down her face unceasingly. Touching the face of the man she loves, looking at his beautiful yet lifeless eyes. "You promised me... You promised me that you will come back to me. Colfre... Why?" Her voice croaks as she combed his hair with her fingers. "Colfre..." She calls him but there was no reply. She hates death the most, she hates how it takes everything away from her. She hates how it

“Your mother speaks the truth, Pedro. Any normal person wouldn’t have the stomach to eat after what this girl went through. Most she-wolves would be hiding in their rooms, too shaken to even look at a meal. But here she is, digging in like nothing happened.” Pedro’s eyes flashed with anger. He straightened in his seat, his hand still clenched on the table. “Harper isn’t like most she-wolves. She’s strong. She’s resilient. She doesn’t crumble at the first sign of danger like some weakling who needs constant coddling. That’s exactly why she belongs here.”

throw me into the middle of the sea with nothing but a cheap life jacket. Fear gripped her throat as she remembered the pile of her aunt's medical bills waiting back on the mainland. However, when the elevator door chimed and slid open, Harper took a deep breath, puffed out her full chest, and lifted her chin. She was a pastry chef who knew her own worth, not a criminal. "Walk," one of the guards said, gently pushing her back.

I jumped, my heart hammering. Aunt Harper stood at the top of the stairs, her arms crossed over her thin chest. She didn't look like the rest of the Reed women. While we were all dark manes and piercing amber eyes, Harper was honey-gold, her eyes like deep, shadowed ink. Mama said she was the ghost of a great-grandmother, a beauty from a line that had nearly faded out. Gossip whispered that Harper had lost her fated mate to a rogue raid years ago—a tragedy that left her a hollowed-out shell, a sleeping wolf waiting for a call that would never come.